The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Them Page #2

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That, and my dad's surname is Rigby.

- You must detest the Beatles.

- No, not really.

- Do you want something?

- Uh-uh.

Double espresso, three Splendas, please.

So, why do you want to be in my class?

Your course sounds interesting.

And... look, you're a colleague

of my dad's, so...

Yeah, well, you got to do

better than that.

You want me to make something up?

Well, most people do.

You're just taking classes

just to take classes, right?

- Something like that.

- Well, let me save you some time.

All the perpetual students,

the hedge-fund wives,

and your generation of too many choices,

they usually go to Tim Gunn's class

and listen to him talk about

Project Runway,

or you could take the Art History class

on the advent of color photography

just for good cocktail party

conversation.

My "generation of too many choices"?

Democracy has its drawbacks.

Here's your double espresso,

three Splendas.

Thank you.

You're... teaching classes

just to teach classes, right?

Something like that.

I'm having a month, I'm sorry.

Your father didn't give me much warning

or tell me much about you.

And I'm really not one for nepotism.

I just got the call asking

if I could squeeze you into a class.

So I don't really know who you are.

It's OK.

Neither do I.

You want to help me?

You making chemise?

Mmm-hmm.

With summer vegetables and...

and some basil.

Mmm.

You remember when you

first had them, in Luberon?

- Mmm-mmm

- No?

You were four, and you were so fat.

My mother and I would cook

a big plate of them,

and left it on the kitchen table,

and you would eat

one and one and one and the other

until the plate was completely empty.

You went to nursery school that fall,

and all these women

gave me those weird looks and...

they were wondering

what I was feeding you with.

Well, I was a butterball.

I felt completely stupid.

Like I had no idea what I was doing,

the way those women looked at me.

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you know what you were doing?

I think I didn't realize

I wouldn't be able to retrieve

all the opportunities I threw away then.

You're not the only one who's

done stupid things to herself.

My darling.

I have no clue where she's going.

She turns off her cell phone,

and like that, she's vanished.

And... does that make sense to you?

- No comment.

- Come on, knock it off.

No, no, you know, whatever...

what do you call it, I plead the Fifth.

Like, I tried to be helpful,

I pretended,

but it didn't work out,

so I'm not gonna do that.

All right, look, I realize that

I've been a little off balance lately,

but I think with hindsight,

I'm learning to deal with it better.

A couple of weeks counts as hindsight?

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